Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Real Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Wire,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.